herself

oe didn't know how long it had been since she slept; the pods were designed for long-range deliveries, often outside the solar system.

the sound of the ship's alarm ended her rest.

a familiar female voice sounded from her pod as the seals opened, freeing her.

"get up we are in an emergency situation"

she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her out of the pod.

I am Emergency Captain Z-03, the crew of the cargo ship died from a batch of food infected with parasites. The onboard AI has identified you as one of the 13 Z-03s programmed to carry out orders and assigned as a spare part.

Zoe cursed her fate, she wasn't even a clone intended for sale, but a replacement for defective goods. Then the programming put her thoughts back in order.

"How can I serve the mistress?"